By Damien Knight
The breath rattles
The lungs ache
I try to sleep
Rest for goodness sake.
The cough persists,
A dread flu.
No cure to be had
Only misery true.
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The Shade of Writing 
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Greetings, not really, I’ll survive. Off to school I go.
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